Thursday Thoughts

I was in Old Navy today and I heard a boy ask where the Levi's were. The cashier answered "We don't have any Levi's Brand jeans but the Old Navy jeans are on the back wall." My first thought was, "Oh. Adorable!" But then I realized that they were two grown ass men. Who didn't know that going to Old Navy meant they would only find Old Navy jeans. As a person who doesn't consider themselves incredibly fashion forward, I feel it's okay judging these men. Especially because their next question was, "Can I get an application?"

Because clearly this is the job for you.

I walked to the mailbox yesterday. Because now that I live in a big city, they apparently aren't hip to the idea of outgoing mail in your personal mailbox. We have a mail slot in our door where the mail man throws the mail in, but as far as anything you want to send, you gotta walk two or more blocks and place it in a mail box. I'm used to it. It's not a big deal. But I miss putting my letters into the mailbox at the end of the driveway and setting the flag up. But anyway. I was standing by this girl at the crosswalk and she said, "I didn't get it. I was like...head tilt, eyes narrow. What." I thought it was brilliant. What a solid description of confusion. I knew exactly what she meant. I hope she doesn't mind that I'm going to steal that. I'd give her credit but I'll never find her again. She was just like all the other Lincoln Park DePaul kids. They all look the same. Rich.

There's a Green Day concert in Chicago in January. Maybe February. But I think January. Regardless, I'm conflicted as to whether or not to attend this concert. I've recently decided I'm a concert-goer so that's a pro to go. And I'm a newish Green Day fan, another pro to go. But. I don't like mosh pits. At all. I don't like annoying, emotional, old punk kids who I know will be attending the concert. File that under "Con". So I guess the question is, can I set aside the couple of things that would annoy me and have fun at the concert? Or, is it going to be too much and I should just download the CD and go wild in my bedroom. To the music. Not any other bedroom wild. I don't know the answer. I guess the deciding factor will be the price. And that I have to take a solid train ride to get there. This is another point where I mention that Chicago-living is different than Billings-living.

My mom and I had an amazing moment the other day. A moment of, "I could not disagree more with what you're doing" and "I could not disagree more with your beliefs" but, "You're my mom and I will always love you no matter what." I loved it. Even though I disagreed, she's my mom. That's why I love my family so unconditionally and overwhelmingly. There are a good amount of issues that we don't see eye-to-eye on, but we set them aside and leave them as they are because family is more important than any political issue. Without my family, I'm nothing.

I'm running a marathon in 3 and a half weeks. A full marathon. 26.2 miles. Marathon. Did you hear me? M-A-R-A-T-H-O-N. Hahaha. All I want is for it to be October 8th (the day after the race). I'm trying to stay strong and keep face, but you guys, I'm terrified. I don't think I'm going to die, but it's not totally out of the question. I could DIE. Or never be able to use my legs again. I don't know what would be worse. What have I done. If I ever, EVER again say that I'd like to run a marathon, I give each and every one of you permission to punch me in the mouth. Or really, anywhere. There's no limit to the punch area. Just stop me from signing up. 5Ks? 10Ks? Half marathons? Totally into. But never again 26.2 miles. I will get the pictures and the tattoo to prove it and then it is done. DONE.

It's time for CSI. Goodnight. Good luck. And good love.